What's The Frequency, Kenneth?

What's the frequency

Kenneth is your Benzedrine uh-huh

I was brain-dead locked out numb not up to speed

I thought I'd pegged you an idiot's dream

Tunnel vision from the outsider's screen

I never understood the frequency uh-huh

You wore our expectations like an armored suit uh-huh

I'd studied your cartoons radio music

TV movies magazines Richard said

Withdrawal in disgust is not the same as apathy

A smile like the cartoon tooth for a tooth

You said that irony was the shackles of youth

You wore a shirt of violent green uh-huh

I never understood the frequency uh-huh